[Verse 1]

Yeah

Operations on the low

Getting stacks of dough

Never broadcast the cash cos’ that’s a no

When he roll kid its usually alone to tone

Down attention to his movements so he’s well known

Throughout the whole community as an entrepreneur

A clean cut fella that is contre-manure

Give a wink at the bank spend a night at the store

Getting more than everything that you got and go for

Fly girls call him mister as he drinks as he [?]

With the zoom-lens view from the truck

The big picture seems amazing

Gazing out a penthouse apartment

No fingerprints, medieval with the gauntlet

Nobody had to start shit could’a kept it smooth

Real quiet but when it comes down to getting [brew?]

He’s the best at [it,] get the job over with and that’s that

Briefcase and knapsack

The name is Big Willie

Really

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[Verse 2]

Out the chauffeur-driven ride

He gets out and says hi

To all the people who waited, held out and stood by

To catch a glimpse at the fly fella chillin’ in the pimp’s hat

Walkin’ and talkin’ real cool ever since that

Day that it occurred, when justice was served

To a hard workin’ man who grew up in the dirt

Who learned how to tie a tie and tuck in his shirt

And kept true to his heart all of the stuff that he learnt

While working for the top guns

And doing number spot runs

Racing time clocks on staircases doing shotguns

Now today he got funds, real ones

Never in the steady spending of [ducks?] and millions

So as the reel runs on the camera

Not about the fortune or fame or the name or the glamor

Or glitz, just a man in the mist

And his claim at how after enduring the pain he became

The Big Willie

Really

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[Verse 3]

Now the pinky ring glows and

Not one minute goes by that

Big Willie don’t smile, mack

And mean clothes, buy that

The street knows he’s a businessman

Very discreet and shows extreme discipline

New York to Michigan

Boston to Washington

Will keep in contact with all the ill marksmen

Chillin’ in the parks when

The wheels get polished and

Fellas give him daps and

The girls acknowledge him

Wrist stays glistenin’, away from the incident

While they be battling, Will stays gathering

Zooming through the back six

With [?] mad chicks

Ones who’s [crooners?] and others who’s actresses

Some will look at this story as an accident

But ain’t no way it could be

Now let the brother man lay low

And count up his payroll

Cos’ each dollar each shilling

Is hard earned by my man

Big Willie

Really

[Interlude]